It should also be impossible to wake up in a morgue. It's one of those one-stop kind of deals.
Greed watches Kimbley for a long moment. The guy's cold. Hell, Greed's pretty cold even with the coat on-- it's a little too small for him, and the temperature means it's going to be a pain in the ass no matter what happens. He pulls the coat off of his shoulders after a long pause. He's not wearing much under it, a sweater-- who knows where he found that.
Greed drapes the coat over Kimbley's shoulders. He's still possessive, even now; still wants to consider Kimbley his even if the man ran off to the military the first chance he got, killing all of his allies in the process. "Here," he says. "We'll take turns wearing it."
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Greed watches Kimbley for a long moment. The guy's cold. Hell, Greed's pretty cold even with the coat on-- it's a little too small for him, and the temperature means it's going to be a pain in the ass no matter what happens. He pulls the coat off of his shoulders after a long pause. He's not wearing much under it, a sweater-- who knows where he found that.
Greed drapes the coat over Kimbley's shoulders. He's still possessive, even now; still wants to consider Kimbley his even if the man ran off to the military the first chance he got, killing all of his allies in the process. "Here," he says. "We'll take turns wearing it."